Cum inside her!

Hermione’s back arches, and her tits bounce wildly, and the clench her cunt makes on your cock as she orgasms is one squeeze too many around your poor, overstimulated cock. ‘I’m cumming,’ you groan, and the sight of Hermione up there riding you – picture-perfect, school shirt yanked up over her tits and hair falling over her face and eyes screwed shut with pleasure – is enough to send you over the edge.

Hot cum spurts up into her vagina, and you hear Emma gasp as she feels you cumming inside her, even as she squeezes you harder and harder to make sure she milks out every last drop.

Emma slumps down first on your chest, and it’s a few moments later before you’ve stopped cumming, dimly amazed that the condom hasn’t broken. ‘Shit,’ you breathe, softly. ‘Holy fucking shit.’

Emma doesn’t respond verbally, just raises a silent hand. You high-five it automatically – then snicker tiredly alongside her.

*

‘See, this is why I need a condom,’ you remark, some time later. ‘I can’t stop myself cumming when you do that. Damn near can’t stop cumming, period.’

‘Oh…’ Emma giggles lazily. ‘Aren’t you sweet.’ She shifts slightly, then winces. ‘The hell is that? Oh –’ her hand emerges from underneath her. ‘Right. My wand.’

‘Still can’t believe I fucked you with that,’ you tell her. Emma slaps your leg half-heartedly.

‘Oh, you can’t believe it? I can’t believe I let you! This is an authentic movie prop, I’ll have you know. One of a kind. Irreplaceable.’ She studies her newly shiny wand dubiously.

‘How are we going to clean it?’ you chuckle. ‘It’s worth a ton of money, right?’

‘Clean it?’ Emma’s eyes flash with amusement. ‘No. Actually, I think you should keep it.’

‘Seriously?’ It comes out more surprised than you intend, but… ‘Doesn’t this thing have, you know, sentimental value?’

Emma smiles fondly at you. ‘You are sweet. But, no, it’s yours – I have quite a few, remember! And this one…’ She studies it, a wicked grin crinkling her lips. ‘Not only is this one a genuine prop used in the making of the Harry Potter films, it’s now a genuine prop covered in, ahem…’ She trails off suggestively. ‘You know.’

‘Genuine juices from Emma Watson’s cunt,’ you finish for her. Emma bites her lip, but smiles.

‘Well, quite. So if anything, I’m sure it’s worth more now. But only to someone who knows what it is. And, ah…’ She coughs. ‘What he managed to, ah, talk me into doing with it.’

‘Emma…’ It’s so weirdly sweet and generous of her that you can’t help giving her a slightly awkward kiss. ‘Thank you. Seriously.’

‘Oh, don’t be silly, it’s only a wand!’ Emma’s eyes suddenly light up with mischief. ‘Maybe I should give it a proper certificate of authenticity, you know. DNA swab, or something.’

‘Emma,’ you say, impressed, as Emma stuffs a hand into her mouth to stop giggling, ‘I am shocked at you.’

‘I’m a little bit shocked at myself,’ Emma agrees cheerfully, although she doesn’t look repentant in the slightest. ‘Let me know if you ever fall on hard times and I’ll sign that certificate, okay? Least I can do. I’m sure you’d get quite a bit if you ever put that up on eBay.’

‘You’re bad,’ you say, delighted. Emma just winks.

‘Only with the right guy. I trust you, so…’ She smiles, a little shyly. ‘Well. Why not be a bit naughty now and then?’

‘Can’t argue with that,’ you say, folding her into a warm, lazy cuddle. ‘I love it, anyway. Don’t ever stop.’

Emma nuzzles your neck affectionately. ‘Keep saying nice things, and I won’t.’